Feb 25 2009
Try
Try to write happy, try to write happy…
The words of the writer represent the sorrows of his heart; and I am relieved by them, much as a breaking heart is relieved by tears. I speak aloud with pure conviction that pain and loneliness shall not hold me within its foul embrace forever, nor long enough to enslave me. I will break through. I will change this intro.
Try to write happy, try to write happy, try to write happy…
The words of a writer represent the joy and power of his soul; each sentence composed in elegance and passion, written to express the uncontainable ecstacy. I think back to my first night with her and feel the happiness blowing through my veins like fire, everything flowing toward the heart and helping it to beat, beat, beat. I imagine her soft skin beneath the tips of my fingers-beat, beat, beat. And here I sit, in the darkest hours of my night, the living words of love and hope and meaning have not departed from me, but remain under the image of her face like an angel pulling me through the darkness. There is hope. There is love. There is joy.
Be happy… Be happy… Be happy.
